"hallowness" poems - Hello Poetry

Everytime you would knock on my door in tears I would wipe my own and open the door. You were too wrapped up in making sure that I could make you feel better, that you didn't think about anything else. you would break open my mind and search for advice to soothe the pain, you couldn't wait to stitch yourself back together. Everyone I knew kept taking and taking bits and pieces of me to fix themselves. I didn't say anything because I was so happy to see the people I love happy. But then I felt the hallowness in my chest and began to worry. A couple years later, you knocked on my door. I couldn't get up to answer it, I felt so weak. You stormed in and were ready to take the advice you needed but stopped. My heart was empty and my brain numb. The people I loved, picked and pulled on everything I had to offer until I was nothing. They didn't mind hurting me if it meant helping themselves. All I ever wanted was for someone to come along and give me a piece of them and help me from breaking.

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Sep 14, 2014

Sep 14, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC

sw33t-serendipity

my missing pieces

Everytime you would knock on my door in tears I would wipe my own and open the door. You were too wrapped up in making sure that I could make you feel better, that you didn't think about anything else. you would break open my mind and search for advice to soothe the pain, you couldn't wait to stitch yourself back together. Everyone I knew kept taking and taking bits and pieces of me to fix themselves. I didn't say anything because I was so happy to see the people I love happy. But then I felt the hallowness in my chest and began to worry. A couple years later, you knocked on my door. I couldn't get up to answer it, I felt so weak. You stormed in and were ready to take the advice you needed but stopped. My heart was empty and my brain numb. The people I loved, picked and pulled on everything I had to offer until I was nothing. They didn't mind hurting me if it meant helping themselves. All I ever wanted was for someone to come along and give me a piece of them and help me from breaking.

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I'd rather not hear my own talk of hallowness echo back at, around, and inside me, but worse is to witness it hurting you - 'It'? Not the talk, but the topic. And 'worse'? This dejection can strip my self-worth - but I'm used to the lack of attention. So yes, when my mind feels ejected from my body, when I need to sleep or hide some other way from what's inside me, I vacate myself in ways that may desert you for a while. I'll just ask that you be patient. I'm sorry and I'm not; you deserve a whole, and I've got to not be a hole

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Dec 1, 2014

Dec 1, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC

billo

-ejection

I'd rather not hear my own talk of hallowness echo back at, around, and inside me, but worse is to witness it hurting you - 'It'? Not the talk, but the topic. And 'worse'? This dejection can strip my self-worth - but I'm used to the lack of attention. So yes, when my mind feels ejected from my body, when I need to sleep or hide some other way from what's inside me, I vacate myself in ways that may desert you for a while. I'll just ask that you be patient. I'm sorry and I'm not; you deserve a whole, and I've got to not be a hole

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i celebrate the hallowness of my traveled bliss why not take hold on science or the linch? i lost the bet. believe it or not.

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Mar 29, 2014

Mar 29, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC

the-phantom

PUllED

i celebrate the hallowness of my traveled bliss why not take hold on science or the linch? i lost the bet. believe it or not.

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The hallowness in my chest, The constant nagging in my head. This feeling of vulnerability, And I'm thinking of possibility. I'm thinking about you, But don't wanna look weak in front of you. Afraid! , what you'll say, Not saying what I wanna say . how hard is it to say, anyway? That I want you back, all the way. Gulishta

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Sep 17, 2017

Sep 17, 2017 at 11:56 PM UTC

Gulishta

longing.

The hallowness in my chest, The constant nagging in my head. This feeling of vulnerability, And I'm thinking of possibility. I'm thinking about you, But don't wanna look weak in front of you. Afraid! , what you'll say, Not saying what I wanna say . how hard is it to say, anyway? That I want you back, all the way. Gulishta

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I always Stop and Think Unwisely about Males and their Beautiful Little Embraces All over my words, feeling like I Blame Others for Reprimanding Everyday You with incessant, mindless questioning I don’t know what to discourse I do know I want to Kindly sit In Silence and Solitude Until my lips turn red, my eyes blur, and my breathing Consoles me, Always Through the Cadences of your Hollowness, Emptiness, Shallowness.

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Nov 4, 2014

Nov 4, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC

allison-meyette

13 October 2014

I always Stop and Think Unwisely about Males and their Beautiful Little Embraces All over my words, feeling like I Blame Others for Reprimanding Everyday You with incessant, mindless questioning I don’t know what to discourse I do know I want to Kindly sit In Silence and Solitude Until my lips turn red, my eyes blur, and my breathing Consoles me, Always Through the Cadences of your Hollowness, Emptiness, Shallowness.

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